In the kitchen downstairs, Yang Aiguo looked at Wang Shuyun who was dawdling there, unwilling to leave, and stepped forward to turn off the faucet water, "Let's go."
Wang Shuyun exclaimed in surprise as she looked at Yang Aiguo.
"What's with the exclamation? If you keep letting the water run like that, how much will it waste?" Yang Aiguo said, "Let's go home, I promise not to touch you tonight."
Last night was too much, let her rest a bit.
Wang Shuyun's face turned red instantly, "Who wants you to touch me, I... I just feel like running away like this all the time is quite troublesome."
"That's good." Yang Aiguo held her hand, "Go get dressed, let's go home."
In the past, that house seemed very cold, but now, Yang Aiguo felt it should be the coziest haven.
Every time he went home and saw her there, it felt particularly reassuring.
